Word: junking
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...that jewelry makers are denied all use of tin, copper, aluminum, chrome, nickel and iridium, these pieces of raffia, felt, wood, clay and glass are the latest thing-and almost the only thing left-in costume ("junk") jewelry. Whoop-dedoo of the spring season are pieces like a pair of red felt lips clutching a pink felt rose...
...that Sunday night General Gordon Bennett's sampan had bumped into a seagoing junk carrying six British officers. The General's party switched to the larger vessel, set an uncertain course for Sumatra. The torn page of an atlas was their only chart. Dawn found them in waters a scant half-mile from a Japanese-held island. Their food and water were nearly gone when an Allied launch picked them...
...tons of scrap that WPB thinks is piled up in U.S. barns and barnyards, President McCormick is mobilizing his 10,000 farm-implement dealers. The dealers will encourage farmers to bring in their scrap, hold it until a workable amount is collected, sell it to junk dealers; the farmers will then get cash or credit for their scrap...
Rousseau, pioneer of modern amateurs, died 31 years ago. In the years since his death, collectors have rummaged through attics, farmhouses, junk shops, looking for work of other self-taught geniuses. For amateur artists (sometimes called "self-taught," "primitives," "popular painters"), working without benefit of formal art-school rules, often, like untrained folk musicians, create quaint pictorial myths that outshine the work of educated artists. Inexpert at perspective and anatomy, they paint awkward, stiff figures, flat shadowless backgrounds. But although they have the technique of children they have the patience of adults, so that their laborious work has the charm...
...reconditioned for New York Central service last week (see cut). The closing of auto assembly lines cut another big source at least until war production reaches its peak. Yet scrap still lies over the face of the U.S. like a rusty rash-jalopy graveyards, abandoned streetcar tracks, cellar junk. Why doesn't it move to the mills...